Wolf President Hooks Up
Chapter 624: A Mess

Rylee let out a hollow laugh.

She was scared.

In her mind, the scene that Timothy pinched her neck with a spooky smile and broke her neck popped in her mind.

She didn't want that to happen at all. The way of death was too ugly. She'd rather die with a whole body.

Rylee made several wild guesses in a few seconds.

Timothy exhaled. He bent over and sprayed his hot breath on her face. Gritting his teeth, he said, "I do wish to open your skull and take a look at your brain."

"What? No way. What have I done wrong? Why do you hate me so much? I can change. Don't open my skull. I'll die. If I try hard, I can be very obedient. I promise I'll be more obedient."

Rylee curled her lips with a bitter look, staring at Timothy pitifully.

The gangster leader was always moody, as rumors said

Sure enough, Timothy was indeed grumpy.

He always wanted to end others' lives.

In anger, Timothy looked away, feeling helpless. He looked at Rylee and growled, "Can you be more stupid?"

Stupid?

Why did he think she was stupid?

Rylee held Timothy's waist with her hands. Since she couldn't move, her arms could. She begged pitifully, "I'm stupid. I'm indeed stupid. I'm more stupid than a hog. Timothy, please don't open my skull. I can learn. Really. What have I done to offend you? Please tell me. I will change."

She decided not to beg him for the exclusive interview. Her life was in danger already, so she wouldn't have any energy to think about other things.

Timothy wanted to speak but couldn't. He heaved a sigh and said, "Alas... You... Everything of you offends me."

"What?"

That was way too serious.

She couldn't reassemble her body parts, could she?

"I know you always dislike me. But I can't do anything. I'm already like this. I'm quite pitiful already. Please have mercy on a pitiful woman." Rylee moved her hands on Timothy's body up and down as usual as she spoke.

It felt like she was touching him, rubbing him, and arousing him.

Timothy took a deep breath, feeling extremely hot. He grabbed her hands, lifted them, and pressed them above her head.

Rylee wondered why her posture had been changed.

She bit her bottom lip, looking at Timothy in fear. Timothy's muscled body clung to hers tightly.

Different from his, her body was soft and boneless.

Waves of a woman's scent kept spreading to him.

It smelt refreshed, attractive, and enchanting.

Her bosom was pressed against his body, making his skin sensitive and hot.

He cursed inwardly.

She could always make him exhausted physically and mentally.

Also, she could make him a mess.

Timothy's eyes darkened gradually. His think lips parted. His chin almost pressed on Rylee's nose. Panting slightly, he said, "Little girl, you know I dislike you. How dare you provoke me." Sure enough, Timothy disliked her indeed.

Rylee knew he was only interested in world-famous supermodels or superstars.

She snorted.

Despite her current awkward gesture, Rylee only wanted Timothy to calm down.

"How could I have the audacity to provoke you? I didn't call you Mr. Wheeler today, and nor did I bother you today."

Rylee pouted with a frown. However, she looked so adorable in Timothy's eyes.

Heat surged into Timothy's head.

"You are already bothering me."

After finishing his words, Timothy bent over suddenly and captured her red lips.

"Hmm!" Rylee let out a sound. Before she cried out for help, his tongue entered into her mouth skillfully.

Rylee tried to twist her body to get away from him.

She didn't bother him at all.

She hardly spoke.

She wondered why he punished her again, feeling so aggrieved.

Rylee twisted, rubbing against Timothy's body. Feeling her soft body, his lower abdomen tightened.

Timothy subconsciously clung to her closer, kissing her wildly.

When his tongue reached the end of her tongue, Rylee felt a current.

She moaned and trembled. Her mind went blank.

Her body obeyed her subconsciousness. She clung to him tightly while twisting slightly.

Only their heavy breath was heard in the silent room.

Faintly, their kissing sound was heard.

Rylee couldn't breathe gradually.

No matter how hard she dodged, she couldn't get away from him.

She was almost suffocated.

She knew he wanted to kill her.

Rylee felt so pitiful that she would be the first to be kissed to death.

Timothy finally let go of her. Rylee's body weakened. Pressing her face on his chest, she gasped for breath.

She was so miserable, just like a fainting dog.

She only heard a buzz and almost lost consciousness. Gradually, her hearing and consciousness recovered.

She almost died.

Rylee was afraid she would die, so she didn't notice that something hard was pressed against her body. Timothy's ever-cold face was full of obsession. His thin lips turned red because of his strong desire.

His nose bridge had a shadow on his face. He looked down at Rylee, panting slightly.

His eyes were as tender as the moonlight while he looked down at the little lady in his arms.

Rylee finally caught her breath. She was curious. Pressing her head against his chest, she growled, "Shit! Do you really want to kill me?"

"Silly girl," Timothy uttered the words indifferently.

"Even I've done something wrong. You can't kill me because of it."

"Silly."

Rylee raised her head and glared at Timothy in anger. She growled in a grievance, "Do you know you almost suffocated me just now? I'm your maid. How can you kill your own maid? Although kissing me to death is better than smashing my skull, I will still die. I can't believe you did that!"

Timothy looked away and retorted, "Don't you know how to breathe during kissing?"

"What?" Rylee widened her eyes. Her lips parted while she was staring at his chiseled chin.

Timothy was too charming. His chin looked fantastic.

It was said that a man with such a kind of chin was pretty good in bed.

Besides, this kind of man would look calm but wild indeed.

Timothy looked down at Rylee and bent over. He breathed closely to Rylee and said, "Silly, you don't know how to breathe when kissing?"

"1..."

"Your kissing skill sucks."

"1..."

"You can't open your eyes when kissing in the future."

Timothy's comments made Rylee gape.

When she returned to her senses, she blew up. "What did you say? I'm not good at kissing. I know you are experienced. Besides, what's so good about being skillful at kissing? You always want to kill me. Even I know how to breathe. My life will end. What on earth have I done wrong to let you punish me in this way? Tell me! If you don't tell me today, I will..."

"What will you do?"

"I'll call you Mr. Wheeler instead."

Rylee had never expected to threaten him by how to call him.

She shivered.

Timothy almost blurted out that she hadn't done anything wrong. He just simply wanted to kiss her.

"Ahem. Ahem..." Timothy coughed. His eyes rolled, and he said naturally, "You shouldn't have worn this dress."

Was that her fault?

"What's wrong with my dress? It's just alright, isn't it?"

"It overexposed your body."

"Too much? Other women all dressed like this."

"Other women can dress like this, but you can't."

"Why not? No matter how ugly I am, I should look better than some women. They are not afraid of exposing their ugly figures. Why can't I dress like this?"

"I don't care about others. I'm asking you only."

"Ah-- I'm going banana. Why? Why are you targeting me?"

Rylee stomped.

Timothy let go of her arm. He raised her chin with a hand, clung to her, and said in a hoarse tone that she couldn't understand, "Because you are my... maid."

He almost said because she was his girlfriend.

Rylee was speechless.

She pouted in anger.

There were too many restraints for her to be his maid.

She was forbidden to do many things, feeling annoyed.

Rylee couldn't be as aggressive as just now. She retorted in a low voice, "Why can't your maid wear this dress? It's beautiful."

"I've told you. It exposed too much of your body."

"Not really."

"Here... It's completely exposed..." As he spoke, Timothy touched her shoulder. The current made Rylee shake.

Timothy moved down his hand with an evil smile and grabbed her bosom. "Here... It's half-exposed..."

"Ah..." Rylee let out a scream at his action.

Timothy squinted. "You dressed like this to wait for a man doing these things to you, right?"

"Of course not. Get your hand away from me!"

He could just speak, but why did he touch her?

Her bosom was way too sensitive.00000000000☐☐☐